Page 8 of Morena

The towel slipped from my hips, leaving me bare before her. Her hand slid over my chest, tracing lower, until she wrapped her fingers around my already hard cock. A smile curved her lips as her thumb stroked lazily over the head, teasing, testing.

I growled, grabbing her wrist, pressing her hand harder against me. “You think this is a game?”

She chuckled and gently said. 4 “Tú sabes que eres mi juego favorito.”

Before I could answer, she tugged her shirt off her body. She didn’t wear a bra. Her breasts spilled free, soft, perfect, begging for my mouth. My cock twitched in her grip just from the sight.

She dropped to her knees slowly, dragging her fingers down my thighs as she went.

Her eyes never left mine as her lips brushed the tip, teasing me with the faintest flick of her tongue.

My jaw clenched, breath hissing through my teeth.

She licked around me, drawing circles, shooting up shivers down my spine after every inch she took.

“Fuck, Isabella…”

She looked up at me, her eyes burning, her mouth full of me, and I nearly lost it.

She pulled back just enough to drag her tongue across the underside before swallowing me down again, deeper this time.

Her hand twisted at the base, while the other rolled my balls in her palm, squeezing just enough to make me groan.

I yanked her head back by her hair, my cock slipping from her lips. Her mouth shone in the sunlight that came from the window in front of us, her chin wet from her drool.

“Get up,” I growled.

She obeyed, breathless, her chest heaving, breasts bouncing as she rose. I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her tongue as I shoved her back against the wall. My hand wrapped around her throat, while the other slid down, fingers hooking into the waist of her jeans.

I tore them open, shoving the denim down her thighs. She gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin. She didn’t wear underwear.

“You came here like this?” I rasped, dragging my fingers over her wet heat, spreading it across her lower lips. “Fuck, you’re already dripping for me.”

She whimpered, grinding against my hand, but I didn’t give her what she wanted. I pressed two fingers just inside, shallow, teasing, while my thumb circled her clit in lazy strokes. Her hips bucked, but I held her pinned.

“Beg for it,” I demanded, voice low in her ear.

“Please,” she gasped, nails clawing at my shoulders. “Please, Matteo… I need you.”

That was enough. Enough to forget we were in a house I worked in, haunted by the ghost that wanted just me.

I spun her, pressing her chest to the wall, her hands braced flat as I kicked her legs apart. My cock pressed against her from behind. I slid the head through her lower lips, teasing her, listening to the broken sounds in her throat as she pushed back against me.

“Say it again,” I snarled, grinding against her.

“I need you inside me,” she cried.

And then I thrust into her, hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, and another, and another until she moaned my name.

“Harder, Matteo,” she begged.

I obeyed, driving into her again and again, faster and harder. Then something cold brushed the back of my neck, fingers like ice digging into my skin. A whisper curled against my ear.

“Take her harder, Matteo,” Morena purred. “Show her how you would fuck me instead.”

A snarl ripped out of me. I slammed into Isabella with everything I had, the force shaking the wall until a chunk of plaster broke loose and dropped to the floor.

“Yes,” Morena moaned, her voice threading through my head and chest, everywhere at once. “Use her body like it is mine. Ruin her for me.”

I bit into Isabella’s neck as though I could bleed Morena out of her skin. Isabella moaned, her sound breaking between pain and pleasure, and she pushed back against me, begging for more.

“Fuck,” I groaned. My thrusts grew rougher, faster, my hand closing around Isabella’s throat. My body was no longer mine. It was hers.

5 “Dámelo todo, papi,” Isabella gasped. Her legs locked around my hips, clinging tight. She thought it was only me. She did not know Morena was here, lifting her, spreading her, controlling every breath.

Her body tightened, clenching me so hard it tore a cry from her throat. She shattered against me, screaming, her voice echoing along the walls. I prayed that the neighbors couldn’t hear, but it was already too late. She collapsed against me, undone, trembling.

Morena’s whisper turned into a hiss. “ 6 Ahora, Matteo. Mark her. Fill her. Pretend she is me.”

I roared and drove into Isabella one last time, release ripping through me so hard I thought my bones would break. She sagged against the wall, whimpering, my seed spilling down her thighs.

But Morena stayed. Her laughter coiled low at my ear, wrapping me tight in chains I would never be able to break.

7 “Bravo, guapo,” she purred, cold fingers stroking my jaw. “Now you know. You will never fuck without me again.”

“Fuck.” I tore myself away from Isabella, stumbling back.

“Wow, 8 papi chulo,” Isabella said with a breathless laugh. “What got into you?” She stepped closer, but I flinched away.

“Leave.” The word came out sharp.

Her face twisted. She yanked her clothes from the floor. “You are pathetic, Matteo. My father was right.”

She pulled her legs into her jeans, fastening them with jerks. “You do not deserve to be loved.”

The words hit hard. I had always been lonely, always pushing people away when they came too close. The walls I built kept everyone on the outside. She had used me before, taken what she needed, and I had let her. Now that I no longer chased her, suddenly I was the problem.

Why does it have to be so complicated? If you made a promise, please hold onto it. Why is keeping one so impossible? Maybe I couldn’t because I couldn’t hold onto anything. I start things and abandon them. I run in circles, haunted by everything I leave behind.

And Morena, her ghost, her story, had become the one thing I wanted to finish. Maybe it was fear. Fear I would fail someone again.

1. Thank you.

2. Sad eyes.

3. Uncle.

4. You know you are my favorite game.

5. Give me everything, Daddy.

6. Now.

7. Good, handsome.

8. Handsome Daddy (slang)